Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1968. Oil on canvas. 233,7 x 175,3 cm
This new-to-me scan is probably the more purpley pixelated old faithful Here. However, the forms of the edges are too different for me to say 100%, so here’s a new view to enjoy as I leave the old one to ponder.
Since I first read LOTR at the age of 11, Aragorn was my hero. I worked hard to be as gentle as he is and whenever I was afraid, I thought of how brave he was facing much more terrible things than would ever happen to me. He helped me grow up as much as real people did, and maybe more.
This is my last “intersectional experience” post for today, and it’s probably the most personal.
I’m asexual, and I have anxiety.
I’ve struggled with anxiety for a few years now, but I was only officially diagnosed with it this year, and I’m now seeing a therapist at my college once a week.
My anxiety isn’t always connected to my asexuality, but sometimes I worry that I’m perpetuating a stereotype (aces are socially awkward and don’t know how to interact with the real world), which is why I don’t really talk about it on this blog. I haven’t told my therapist about my identity, because I’m not sure how she’ll take it, but she’s still helping me come to terms with these two identities. It’s not my fault that I have anxiety, it’s just something about that I need to learn how to deal with- something I am, slowly, figuring out how to do.
So I guess, since this is my last post on this subject, I’d like to offer you people some advice: You’re allowed to have a lot of different identities, and they don’t have to invalidate each other. You are who you are, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.